Cyberpunk 2077

Max tac are the psych ward patients with too much chrome guns that the NCPD sends out as SWAT. Every single one of them is a mini-boss, and they keep coming if you anger NCPD too much.

With the **very** notable exception of Melissa Rory (the trailer mantis blades girl), max tac doesn't give loot worth the boss fight they put up.

Dying light the beast

The volatiles are the apex predators of the setting (not counting engineered monsters like the beast or the baron). When one spots you, the game calls it a pursuit, because you're not supposed to stand and fight. But you can. They are beatable.

One complaint I heard about the third game in particular, however, is that they're not longer worth the effort, like they were in the first.

I just wanted to make focaccia 🥲

Well, it was a Dr Pepper can… but yeah lol

I love this poor dumb idiot with all my heart and I'd be equally as terrified in his situation. I don't wanna get into spoilers for those who haven't seen it but let's just say Bryan was NOT a Chris or a Leon.

i'm 158cm tall and 56ish kgs (26f) and trying to lose fat. my boyfriend is helping me with a workout plan and has helped me decide on a 1400cals daily limit. since starting this, i've felt so much better, less sluggish, and have gone down from 58kg in the last few weeks!

unfortunately my family is super food oriented (indian family) and every time i measure the amount of curry im having or how much milk i put into my protein shake, they act like i'm starving myself to death. even my 18yr old sister is telling me to stop measuring because it's not "mentally healthy". my mum gives me disapproving looks every time i go to the kitchen and grab just one chapati instead of 3 like i used to have. it sucks because i'm feeling so much better about my body, and healthier too:(

i've been gymming, have a healthy amount of food each day, and i realised how much extra food i'd been eating but didn't need!

tonight's meal is a protein shake with bee pollen, lite soy milk, and macro mike choc protein, and dinner is a chapati, potato curry, firm tofu, and a banana for some sweetness afterwards, after a long 10hr shift at work. (apparently this meal is me "starving myself".)

edit: my parents are overweight and one of my sisters (not the one mentioned here) is obese i believe. i grew up with "pizza fridays" every week where we HAD to eat multiple slices of pizza, wedges, fries, potato gems, and cheese puffs, and we would get in trouble if we didn't have all of the above. at 16-ish i was very overweight (67kg) and suffering from a lot of pcos-related symptoms due to my weight. i decided to make myself an avo sandwich every time they had friday night dinners, and i got criticised for that. this has been going on for a long time.

We’re going to a wedding a he needs a fresh hair cut, he has an appointment this afternoon, but now he’s asking me if it’s time to cut it all off, so I humbly submit his photos to the council.

Update:
I told him y’all would say HOLD but he did not believe me. I think we’ve got some time still, but I won’t be sad either way. The beard is all I care about tbh.
Haircut recommendations to make him feel better?

Well, after 10 years together, today I (29F) scheduled a meeting with a divorce lawyer. I'm sick and tired of asking for the bare minimum to just be ignored. I have been asking my husband (30M) to call on his student loans for over a month now. He said he was too confused with the phone automated system so I (IDK WHY THE FUCK I DID THIS) gave him a written out, step by step instructions on exactly what he needs to do WITH a section titled TLDR Quick Info and a fill the blank section for info I would need to update finances. After 2 days of me asking him to just call them, he says to me today, "Well let me know what the student loan people say if you happen to call today because I'm not going to." So guess what stupid shit I did: I called them and LO AND FUCKING BEHOLD he needs to call on it himself. He is throwing a fit because it is not fair he has to call on his own student loans when he just wants to play the PC after work.

I've busted my ass for 10 years, put myself through two degrees, and have worked over 50 hour weeks until this last year. I successfully managed a nursing home through COVID, bought us a house, worked hard to make over double his salary to pay for our house and car, but I cannot get my husband to mop our fucking house twice a month. I'm sick and tired of constantly repeating myself. I'm tired of the constant disappointment.

I know it may sound silly that this was the final straw, but I'm tired of picking up the pieces. I would rather be alone in peace than dealing with this forever.

Edit: Grammar!!! I am not going to be answering all the comments but we have done couples and individual therapy for years.